Tune: "Immortal at the River"
I heard my love was gone on garrison at Chin-wei Mountain (1).
Last night my dream took me there,
Not knowing that he had gone already to Liao-hsi (2),
Where the sky darkens over a thousand camps on the sand
And ten thousand horses neigh beneath the moon.
My love is like a plum blossom and I am the leaf,
But all I can caress is a barren branch.
I mourn that flowers go and leaves bud at different times;
Don't say that flowers fall before their time:
It's only the leaves that grow too late.
(1) In present Mongolia.
(2) Referring to the area from the present Hopei province to the Liaotung peninsula.